The world dies, we die, humanity dies, is dieing, is dead and rotting
Without them ( you ) woaman

Bespeak me not of your pulchritude
Lest I whimper in silence
Burn me not, as an effigy of hate and excuse
But look to yourselves
And to all that you have sold yourselves to
You place no claim, no right, no stand
You bow like sops before the will of paltry men

But men such as me
You scorn, by your faith and preference of money

Where are you Isis, Gaia and Dianna
Where are you woman, thee ( my ) warrior